I Wonder

“Why every verse of unrerealised love of even poets I have never known, brings you to me, everytime.

I wonder, what heart with what hurt bled on those blank sheets.

I wonder, if it was me, or someone else who penned those wounds.

I wonder…”

© Arindam Dey

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